Bush Master, Boomslang Mamba Viper Poem by Colin Coplin

A poem about a rock star...

I ain't looking for conversation
I ain't giving no chivalry
Take off your mask, in the moonlight baby
Don't need a script, it's basic animal instinct
Take off your veil, your not the holy grail
Let's make up the lines, set them to brail
Your a woman aroused, and I'm a male
Don't muddy the water, with astrology
A simple lesson now in the birds and bees, I'm easy to please

Give A little bit more, with a lot more heart
A whole lot of fire, can come from just one spark
There ain't no mystery
To satisfy me
Come satisfy me, babe
Just a little bit longer
Just a little bit harder now
There ain't no mystery
To satisfy me

I ain't promising long term solutions
I can't give you guarantees
Read between the lines, Im your Bush master, boomslang mamba viper
You ain't Sherlock Holmes, I ain't the paster
don't need a clue, to breath a whole lot faster
Lets balance the books, karma sutra the ledger
Your a woman aroused, and I'm a male
Don't muddy the water, your not the holy grail
A simple lesson now in the birds and bees, I'm easy to please

Give A little bit more, with a lot more heart
A whole lot of fire, can come from just one spark
There ain't no mystery
To satisfy me
Come satisfy me, babe
Just a little bit longer
Just a little bit harder now
There ain't no mystery
To satisfy me

I ain't Shakespeare, I'm easier to read
String theory conversation ain't the only answer, I'm easy to please
Fold back your wings, flow with the rhythm of the music
I can read your past, take a chance on your future, I'm easy to please
I'm easy to please, Come satisfy me, babe

Copyright Colin Coplin 2012